Category: Pamie
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Two. Eight.
It’s my birthday. Yesterday I went to a crazy yoga class that would be “so LA” if it wasn’t “so India.” They keep the room at like, a million degrees, so you sweat the entire time. And just when you’re finally ready to kill someone for getting you to work out in a sauna for…
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The Hesitant Nanny Diaries
I guess it’s a bit of a cliche that Los Angeles neighborhoods are noisy. I’ve been excusing one loud morning after another since we moved here (this house, where we moved to get away from “the noise,” this house which is somehow noisier than both of our old apartments combined). At first I thought it…
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Look Around, Round, Round
Well, my site appears to be down right now. I’m having quite a few server issues, it seems. Some of you have written to say you can’t see my site at all anymore since they changed my server a month ago. I’m trying to get it resolved. Thanks for being so patient. I did something…
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Requiem for the Crazy Hechens
By Justin Levine Originally printed in the Beverly Hills Weekly, 2/26/03 “Call Us Crazy: The Anne Heche Monologues” ends its run on a refreshing high note within the struggling Los Angeles theater community. Last Saturday evening saw the closing of a very remarkable piece of independent theater in the Hollywood community. “Call Us Crazy: The…
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Needs Direction
I get many letters every week asking for an update on my underarm situation. Well, I tried Dove first, as I’m a fan of the soap, but it doesn’t really help with the sweating. But it sure smells good. Then I went back to my old high school favorite: Arrid XXtra Dry, which seems porno-y,…
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Hot in Herre, Indeed.
My mom’s new thing is to call me when she gets to the video store and I talk her through her evening’s purchases. It makes Katy, TX feel just a bit closer to Los Angeles, and it feels like hanging out with my mom, so I enjoy it. Plus I save my mom from making…
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“It says repeat, but YOU DON’T HAVE TO.”
Remember when all I could talk about was how much I needed that soap? Well, I got it. A distributor found me through a Google search, and shipped me a bar from Taiwan. Are you looking for Arsoa as well? You can email Lawrence and he’ll send it to you. Please tell him I sent…
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Say My Name
So, yesterday three Galleys of my book arrived. It is an uncorrected proof of the novel, filled with bizarre typos (strange hyphens, missing punctuation, the word “person” spelled “peson”). But everyone has said that it’s very normal, and the reviewers and authors reading the galleys know that this isn’t the finished book. It doesn’t even…
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“I Love Television!”
This entry is brought to you by the tiny Larry King inside my head. The one who can’t keep track of an idea enough to see it to the… is that candy?!? Oh, man, oh, man. Wendy’s new birthday entry is crazy-funny. Happy birthday, Wendy. I hate that I’ve only met you once. And “Caucasian…
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The It Factor
I had one of those days yesterday where at one point I stopped walking and thought, “What am I doing here? Do I really want this? Is this what I want to do with my life? Is it worth all the work, the struggle, the hours spent doing free work, trying to please the unpleasable?”…